Snuggles and Molars
A piercing wail in the night.
For the first time in almost six months, Ethan jolted out of his nightly slumber. I raced upstairs and burst into his room expecting the worst. He was standing up, griping the crib rail, and practically jumped into my outstretched arms.
“What’s wrong?” I squeaked. He responded with a cough, a gag, another cough, and a burp. Sensing another gag, I raced to the bathroom and stood by the tub to catch any mess. A couple cough/gags later and he stopped. One tear falling down his little cheek, a single wimper escaping his lips.
As I rocked him, sitting on the side of the tub, his head fell against my chest, my chin settling in his hair. His breathing slowed. In seconds he was fast asleep.
Welcome to Molar Week.
Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. (That’s my sinister intro laugh)
Welcome to a week of random crying, “stage-five” clinging, food pickiness, whining, snot wiping, post-nasal-drip coughing, and fountain-ious drooling. All due to these two huge molars emerging in the top of Ethan’s mouth.
Never, in alost 19 months, has Ethan shown any discomfort while teething. But this time he’s pretty miserable. I thought it must be an ear infection or a cold, but a look in the ears and a $20 co-pay-peace-of-mind later, he was diagnosed with molar-itus. AKA I-want-my-mamma-all-the-time-and-no-one-else-itus.
Good thing it’s a cool 98 degrees outside (heat index of 105) so we are trapped in the house most of the day. I haven’t been able to go to the gym all week due to The Peanut’s mamma obsession. Well, we actually went into the gym, but after 15 minutes I was beckoned back to the Kidz Klub to retrieve my sobbing child who was pitifully moaning “Mamma, mamma, mamma” over and over again. I can just hear myself getting fatter.
When we do leave the house, the sheer amount of drool running in a constant current from his mouth is a problem. He can soak a shirt in about two minutes, so at places like Gymboree I run around after The Peanut with a pre-fold diaper, wiping up drips as they emerge. You’ll also notice the increased appearance of bandanans…they are there for a reason people! (Not, as someone suggested, because he joined a baby gang)
The coughing is caused by post-nasal drip which is in turn caused by the teething. It’s painful listening to Little Man hacking through the monitor. The Benedryl seems to help, but by morning the coughing is non-stop. Warm milk with honey helps a little.
So while the last few days have been exhausting, I can’t help but admit part of me really enjoys the extra snuggles I’ve gotten through this painful process.
Ethan is so busy and mobile now, he doesn’t want to just snuggle up on the couch or a chair like he used to. I think about all those mornings we would cuddle up in bed after his morning “meal”…they feel like a dream. Every night when I’d rock him to sleep, singing song after song…those memories feel like a story I told myself. It’s my first taste of what it’s like to watch my baby grow up. Watch him not need me a little more every day.
But, I regress.
These molars suck and I hope they will quit bothering my baby very soon. Like tomorrow.
In the meantime I will be feeding Ethan frozen grapes (did you know they don’t freeze solid?!), enjoying extra snuggles, watching a little more Pixar classics than we’d usually allow, and putting on a few extra LB’s from the lack of physical activity. Unless sitting in the shallow end of the pool playing with Ethan counts as exercise.
What do you do when your baby is teething? When did he/she have all their teeth?